A Tap in the Weave

Silence settled first. I stayed motionless, listening to the vast room breathe around me. Then, a slight shift within. I decided to test it. With steady intention, I lifted my right arm and brought my tiny microphone down against the textured fibers beneath me. A soft, muffled thud rose from the carpet. It answered back. My limbs belong to me now. I leaned back slightly into the pile, calm and watching.